Short of excuses... some sunsets for the time.
Murphy and Me.
Short of excuses...
I have exhausted the list.
Murphy comes around unfailingly
and presents me with another one.
Round and round in circles I go
Back to where I began
Remembering the broken horses in the carousel
And the spluttering merry-go-rounds
The things to do grows longer
the time to cross them out goes down
I stare blankly at the list first,
then list a few more down.
Smiling a wry smile at myself
I suddenly look around
A grin replaces the wry smile
I knew no one was around!
The loneliness doesn't bother me
Solitude make me calm
I need no one for solace
Reminding myself like a balm
The palms get sweaty
the body remains dry
Parched like a throat
After a game bitterly lost.
Reminiscing of younger days
When I would never go down
Knowing I'd given it my best shot
Finding honest valour in the loss.
Carousels and merry-go-rounds make way
For cycles, bikes and cars
I still find myself muttering to myself
Trying to egg me on..
Sometimes the fat ladies sing and bring Murphy down
Rising like a phoenix, he refuses to go down
I try imbibing his spirit
Pushing and jostling with him
He just gives me a frown.
Knowing its a lost cause, I take it lying down.
Wondering when he'll gimme a break
Taking his blows unflinchingly
I know he'll keep me down,
Still looking for an opening, an Achilles heel if you may,
He gives his wry smile back, he knows I wont obey.
Try as hard you will, he says
I'll manage to keep you astray!
Short of excuses...
I have exhausted the list.
Murphy comes around unfailingly
and presents me with another one.
Round and round in circles I go
Back to where I began
Remembering the broken horses in the carousel
And the spluttering merry-go-rounds
The things to do grows longer
the time to cross them out goes down
I stare blankly at the list first,
then list a few more down.
Smiling a wry smile at myself
I suddenly look around
A grin replaces the wry smile
I knew no one was around!
The loneliness doesn't bother me
Solitude make me calm
I need no one for solace
Reminding myself like a balm
The palms get sweaty
the body remains dry
Parched like a throat
After a game bitterly lost.
Reminiscing of younger days
When I would never go down
Knowing I'd given it my best shot
Finding honest valour in the loss.
Carousels and merry-go-rounds make way
For cycles, bikes and cars
I still find myself muttering to myself
Trying to egg me on..
Sometimes the fat ladies sing and bring Murphy down
Rising like a phoenix, he refuses to go down
I try imbibing his spirit
Pushing and jostling with him
He just gives me a frown.
Knowing its a lost cause, I take it lying down.
Wondering when he'll gimme a break
Taking his blows unflinchingly
I know he'll keep me down,
Still looking for an opening, an Achilles heel if you may,
He gives his wry smile back, he knows I wont obey.
Try as hard you will, he says
I'll manage to keep you astray!
Being Prosaic
Wonder what it feels like
to be alive and feel so too,
to have not the feeling of happiness alone,
Along with it's memory too,
to be alive and feel so too,
to have not the feeling of happiness alone,
Along with it's memory too,